Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ In the Ghetto ❯ In the Ghetto ( Chapter 1 )

title: In the Ghetto

author: Vega-Lume

disclaimer: I don't own the boys, the song 'In the ghetto', Elvis
Presley or my mind. I do how ever own several empty yogurt cups, so if you
sue me you can have those.

warnings: Angst (duh), death, violence, swearing, and some other things

based on the song and lyrics are used but this IS NOT A SONG FIC.

pairings: none *gasp!*

rating: umm... R, just to be safe, yanno.



note: I am warning you now, this ficlet contains things that some
people may not like. Too many to mention here. I am simply stating that if
after you read this there is something you don't like, don't tell me
about it. All flames will be laughed at then fed to my plot bunnies so
they can grow big and strong and give me more plots for more fics. *smirk*



This is for my muse, Titan Goddess Mnsephone, who loves this song,
Elvis and Duo.(boy, she's gonna hate me when she reads this *snrk*)



In the ghetto

By Vel





As the snow flies, on a cold and gray Chicago morning,

in a hospital on the poorer side of town a single mother of

three gives birth to another child.



She cried when the tiny boy was placed in her arms.

How on earth was she to care for him, she had no job,

no real source of income. She and the other children were

barely surviving as it was and now with another mouth to feed, times
were

only going to get harder.



She named her son, Duo and took him home, people looked down

on the young woman, in disgust. A Highschool drop-out with four

illegitimate children. Using welfare and money from the state.



But the people did not understand that the child needed a helping hand,
or he could grow to be an angry young man some day.
'Take a look at you and me!' The young mother pleaded silently 'Are you
too blind to see?'
'Do you simply turn your heads and look the other way?'

Well the world turns and the hungry little boy with a runny nose
plays in the street, where druggies and prostitutes congregated

on the sidewalks. Drive by's frequented the neighborhood and

gangs ran amok.



Duo grew older, his hunger burning is insides like a wild fire,
he started to roam the streets at night where he learned how to steal
And how to fight.



When he became a teenager, he was harder to control. The dangerous

place in which he grew up molded him into the person he became.

His loving mother tried to told him back and keep him safe but the
harder

she tried the more violent he became,




Then one night in desperation, he broke away. He bought a gun

and stole a car but the police found him. He tried to run but he

didn't get far. His mother cried.


A crowd gathered around that angry young man.
Face down on the street with a gun in his hand, blood pooling

from the single gunshot wound to the chest. Broken glass glittered

dully as the pimps and other scum of the street, slunk into the

shadows to avoid the police who had stopped Duo.



"He was armed and posed a threat." The cops would say to the press
later.

The one fact that the press was not told was that Duo's gun wasn't even
loaded.

Duo's mother was held back by an officer and watched as her young man
dies.


On a cold and gray Chicago morning, another little baby child is born.

In the ghetto



And his momma cries.







~owari~



-- -----------------------------------------
Kids, fiction is the truth inside of the lie,
and the truth of this fiction is simple enough;
magic exists.
~Stephen King~